What a day.
Yesterday tricked me all over. It started out like a banner day.
After the boys got on the bus I had this energy to go on a long walk with Ivy & Gray. So we set off and it was a beautiful morning. We watched frogs jump in the pond. And we got back and had a snack, then settled in with my knitting and Ray LaMontagne on Pandora, hanging out, and then I did let them watch a show while I cleaned up the kitchen.
I had just emailed back some friends about meeting up at a park and let them know I was having a super chill day and wanted to stay in and relax.
That was when the crying happened, and Gray reported that Ivy fell asleep on the arm of the recliner and then fell off. She was holding her poor little arm, and so I nursed her and she went back to sleep for a bit, but awoke and whimpered and pleaded, "put a bandaid on it, Mommy!" and I knew.
I gathered what I could together and tried to figure out the plan, and all the while she kept convincing when she tried to move it that she needed to be seen right away. Because our doctor isn't very closeby, it would be easier for us to just go to the ER.
And for real, that sucked, because Ivy was born at home. We haven't had to go this route yet and I didn't know what I'd be getting myself into. You just never know. And I wasn't in the mood to deal with that, or be on the defense. This very situation is was what hospitals are for, and I hoped they would just do their job and leave us alone about our parenting & health choices.
And I hate that I felt myself go to those worries, but anyway. It really worked out. They treated me warmly and respectfully. Even in a kind voice and with a smile the registration nurse said "I assume you don't immunize?"
They gave Ivy the rock star treatment, let her sit on my lap for the xray, and they even gave her stuffed raccoon a real splint all bandaged up.
Oh yeah, she fractured her little arm*. :(
covered up with an old leg warmer with a bone on it- how cute is that?
We'll go for her cast next week.
She couldn't wait to show off to her brothers, literally dancing in a circle singing, "Look at my boo boo! Look at my boo boo!"
I am her main man, her comfort and am thankful she finds relief in breastfeeding right now. So, my night was spent with a crick in my neck, holding her and nursing, and loving that I am totally aware of how awesome my children are.
What a day.
*edited to add 9/28/10 after visiting the orthopedist and getting new x-rays, we found out her arm is not broken, and she's moving it just fine now!